✱ ㅡ ( @wsmoonsik )
A rare wave of uncertainty washed over Seojin the moment he entered the backstage waiting rooms. The layout was all but built to house idols, specifically those with groups. He had nothing to show for it. Not even his usual back up band, DIM, was able to make the scheduling that day ㅡ or perhaps requested not to tag along. It became obvious that their vibe was different. His former band mates were nothing quite like the bright eyed idols brushing past him on occasion. ( Seojin happened to be the only one who truly could assimilate himself among them, particularly with his newly cut and dyed hair. Add a layer of makeup and he would do just fine. Safe to say he hated that factor. )
He stepped closer to his assigned dressing room, opening it to find his manager sitting on the couch inside. "I'm gonna go mingle." He immediately closed the door, none of the patience for waiting for an answer. His eyes caught the piece of paper placed on the slot in the door. Sen (soloist). He frowned.
With his guitar case still strapped to his back, Seojin continued down the hall, following the sound of jovial laughter and the occasional rambunctious shouting. The sort of siren calls that made him ache for the companionship of a group. He was well-aware it also came with the double-edged sword of "idolhood", something he fled from years ago with the intention of never going back. However, it became increasingly difficult when many of his new acquaintances happened to be idols.
Moonsik included. He recognized that vibrant tuft of red well enough by now. In a different element this time, styled, dressed up for the recordings. Rather jarring in comparison to the typical laid back environment.
"Hey, Moon." Seojin flopped down on the nearest chair, a sigh of relief passing through his lips. "You gone up to perform yet?"